your presence lingers in my thoughts. i picture you clear as day. your pure glowing skin, your bashful cheeks that flush with a soft pink whenever your flesh gently caresses mine. your luscious thick curls that are entangled in one another, curls that twist and turn in a violent yet serene way, curls that simply want to reach the sky. your lips, smoother then a peddle that peacefully lays upon a rose, lips ideally portioned to my liking. underneath those perfectly carved lips lay your undersized scruffy curls, my fingers constantly tugging and stroking your chin hair.your large smile that caused a chain reaction of smiles, so warming and understanding. your extravagant hazel eyes that are speckled with hope and joyous findings, those eyes that decipher beauty and purpose in a pessimists’ world. those eyes that bring hope into a lurid opaque obsess. your strong neck that i frequently brush my lips against making the microscopic hairs stand. skimming my hand down your muscular chest, a chest i adore laying my weary head to listen to the sound of your calming heart-beat. your freckled lusty abdomen, smooth yet provides hills for my playful fingers to climb over. your flawless arms, a place of security and comfort. looks aren’t all you possess, intelligences and artistic talents swarm inside you. beauty is crafted from your hands, a beauty that is difficult to view without tears gathering. a sweet melody, played by your rough hands, fills the air whenever an acoustic guitar or piano is near. i dream of you whenever i have a chance. what a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you. i much rather physically experience what true beauty is. i can not even begin to image the wholeness i will be filled with just by your mere touch.